Cattle Registration (3) - Reality / Slave Training Center Day 2
Yuriathenes sat deeply reclined in the chair of her private chamber.
She was the only one inside the room.
Morning sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over her crimson imperial robes, yet her heart remained frozen solid.
Just below her left collarbone, the shallow cut that looked as if carved by a blade still burned fiercely.
She slowly raised her hand and traced the wound.
The characters ‘鐵血(Iron-Blooded)’ were etched there with painful clarity.
“……So it has come to this.”
She murmured in a low voice.
“In the end, I must resolve this curse alone.”
That single sentence weighed heavily upon the private chamber.
As the Iron-Blooded Empress, she who had always controlled everything and planned for every contingency, she now had to accept that this time, no one outside could help her.
Neither the Magic Minister, nor the temples, nor the Imperial Guard, nor all the power of the empire could be of any use.
Her inner self sank heavily.
It was a long-forgotten feeling—absolute solitude and crushing responsibility.
Yet Yuriathenes soon formed a cold smile.
She had realized the truth, but she would not give up.
She placed her hand on the desk for a moment and fell into thought.
Calling for the Minister of Internal Affairs had already been ruled out.
Scholars who primarily dealt with administration and academics found it difficult to form a Mana’s Oath or any strong vow, making them unsuitable for handling critical secrets.
For that reason, the Empress only entrusted the most vital information to an extremely small number of people she could truly trust.
She lifted her right wrist.
An elegant bracelet adorned with lustrous black pearls rested against her pale skin.
On the surface it looked like a luxurious accessory, but it was actually a special magical tool that only the Emperor could use.
As Empress, she possessed several communication artifacts and would wear different ones depending on the situation.
With her left hand, she lightly tapped the surface of the bracelet twice.
A moment later, the bracelet emitted a faint black glow and produced a low vibrating sound.
The dry, low voice flowed from the bracelet. The owner of the voice did not reveal his appearance, and the Empress could not see his face either.
This organization was the Emperor’s personal secret unit, commonly referred to within the imperial family as the “Shadows.” Only a handful of people knew its true name—Chilheok.
Composed of experts from every field, they placed the highest priority on carrying out the Emperor’s orders. However, when it came to commands that greatly violated human decency, they could exercise the right of refusal according to a life-bound oath.
The Empress spoke in a low, icy voice.
“This is a top-secret mission. All operatives involved must swear the appropriate oath, excluding only those within the organization itself.”
“Conduct a thorough investigation of all slave markets and auction houses within the empire. Search for anyone with platinum-blond hair and red eyes, or anyone impersonating a member of the imperial family. Pay special attention to individuals who have appeared recently or high-value slaves with unclear identities. Report all findings exclusively to me. Do not disclose them to anyone else.”
The communication did not end there.
About an hour later, the bracelet vibrated again. When the Empress pressed it, a brief report came through.
The Empress looked down at the bracelet and answered quietly.
“Understood. I will review the results when they arrive.”
She tucked the bracelet back into her sleeve and slowly leaned back in her chair.
The wheels had begun to turn.
Not through the intelligence department, but through the Shadows that only the Emperor could command.
Yuriathenes then summoned the Magic Minister.
“Magic Minister.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“Begin secret research on ritual interference and spatial distortion. Ensure that no records can be accessed—even by the Iron-Blooded Elder Council. Provide unlimited research funds and personnel. Report all progress exclusively to me.”
Magic Minister Elion answered with a tense expression.
“……Your command will be obeyed.”
Once the Magic Minister withdrew, Yuriathenes was alone once more.
She opened her status window and began a calm analysis.
Erosion Rate: 5.2%
Real-World Time: Resumed
Partial Reflection of Cattle Dimension Experience: Complete
She had already realized that as the erosion rate increased, changes would accumulate in her real-world body.
Time stopped, yet only her body continued to absorb the experiences of the cattle dimension.
“I must prepare for the next summoning.”
“I was able to endure the pain. But next time… they will come with more insidious methods.”
She clenched her fist tightly.
With cold precision, true to the Iron-Blooded Empress, she organized countermeasures one by one in her mind.
After that, the enthronement ceremony concluded without incident.
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The next morning, it was time for the administrative report session.
Yuriathenes moved to the council chamber with an imperious expression.
Scholars and ministers had gathered to present reports on the empire’s taxes, administration, and military affairs.
High-ranking knights such as the Captain of the Imperial Guard were absent; only scholars and administrators surrounded the table.
She sat upon the throne, listening to the reports with a cold expression.
Occasionally she would nod and issue instructions.
At that moment—
Erosion Rate Management Required
The status window suddenly forced itself across her entire field of vision.
Yuriathenes’s pupils trembled faintly.
“……?”
The instant she felt alarm inside, a new window appeared automatically.
Objective: During the administrative meeting, masturbate your clitoris for 5 minutes beneath the table.
Success: Erosion Rate decreases by 1%
Failure: None
Yuriathenes’s face turned deathly pale for a moment.
But she quickly gritted her teeth.
……This wounds my pride. But it is still better than letting my real body become that of cattle…
It was fortunate that the sharp-eyed knights with keen instincts who might notice were not present.
Thankfully, she usually did not keep guards nearby due to her own overwhelming power.
Maintaining her imperious imperial expression, she slowly lowered her right hand beneath the table.
She lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and brought her fingers to her most secret place.
……To think that I… would do something like this…
Her fingers began to move slowly.
Her expression remained cold and noble.
With only her brows slightly furrowed, she pretended to listen to the reports.
But inside, she was in an entirely different world.
I, the Empress… in the middle of an imperial administrative meeting… have my hand beneath the table… touching myself…
Shame burrowed into her mind.
Every time her fingers moved, pleasure slowly rose.
That pleasure only fueled her rage even more.
This was not simple physical pleasure.
This was a clear humiliation—the system forcibly driving her down the path of degradation.
System… you are forcing me… the Iron-Blooded Empress… into such a trivial, filthy act…
She clenched her teeth.
The movement of her fingers gradually found a rhythm.
The pleasure grew stronger, yet she did not let a single crack show on her face.
Instead, she furrowed her brows even deeper, sending the ministers a signal that her mood was foul.
The ministers were highly sensitive to even the slightest change in the Empress’s expression.
Seeing her furrowed brows, the scholars became even more cautious in their reports so as not to offend her.
“Your Majesty, this year’s tax collection rate is…”
Even as she listened to their voices, Yuriathenes continued rubbing her clitoris with her fingers.
Pleasure crashed over her like waves.
She ground her teeth inwardly.
Is this… my choice?
No. This is not a choice.
This is coercion.
The system is dragging me down the path of degradation…
Five minutes passed.
Erosion Rate Decreased by 1% → Current: 4.2%
Yuriathenes slowly withdrew her hand.
Her face remained cold and noble.
But inside, fury and despair were exploding.
System…
You are forcing me onto the path of degradation after all.
She ground her teeth inwardly.
The fact that she, the Empress, had been forced to slip her hand beneath the table and touch herself in the middle of an imperial administrative meeting was almost impossible to believe.
Even so, she maintained her imperious expression until the very end.
The meeting continued.
The ministers, seeing her furrowed brows, cautiously wrapped up their reports.
Yuriathenes sat upon the throne and gazed out the window.
In her crimson eyes burned intense despair—and an even colder resolve.
Yuriathenes remained seated on the throne.
The faint moisture and heat still lingered on her fingertips.
The sensation of having touched herself for five minutes beneath the table still sullied her body.
She gritted her teeth and maintained her imperious expression.
The scholar-ministers, seeing her furrowed brows, finished their reports with even greater caution.
At that moment—
The world twisted.
“……!!”
Yuriathenes’s vision turned pitch black.
The ceiling of the council chamber vanished, replaced by the cold iron bars of a cage that caught her falling body.
Still in the exact posture of not having fully withdrawn her fingers, she was hurled naked into the iron cage.
“Ugh…!”
The moment she tried to get up, a familiar voice rang out.
“You’re awake.”
It was Karsen.
Beside him stood the female assistant trainer holding a record book.
Yuriathenes slowly rose to her feet.
Her body was still heavy from the twelve hours of electric torture the previous day.
Time in the cattle dimension flowed differently from reality.
After she had fallen asleep, night had passed here and morning had arrived.
Karsen slowly approached the front of the cage.
“Since you keep insisting you’re an empress, I’ve prepared a good method.”
He spoke flatly.
“If you don’t behave, I’ll hold a public humiliation event in the central square of the imperial capital.”
Yuriathenes’s pupils shook violently for an instant.
……The central square of the imperial capital?
The worst possible scene flashed through her mind in an instant.
Tens of thousands of imperial citizens gathered in the square.
Her being subjected to shameful humiliation in front of them all.
That scene spreading across the entire empire, nobles turning their backs, the military growing restless, the people mocking their Empress.
The absolute authority and imperial dignity she had built by wading through blood collapsing in a single day.
Just imagining it crushed her chest completely.
“Such… absurd…!”
She ground her teeth, but Karsen had already finished his preparations.
“First, I confirmed yesterday that you’re still a virgin. It’s best to leave that intact for now.”
At his gesture, the female trainer brought two tools.
One was a clip-type nipple stimulator that strongly compressed and vibrated the nipples. The other was a chastity belt in the form of a waist harness.
At the center of the belt was a mana stone protrusion designed to continuously stimulate the clitoris.
Karsen explained calmly.
“This aphrodisiac is an ultra-powerful pleasure amplifier. It makes erogenous zones over forty times more sensitive. Even the slightest breeze will make your body react, and the moment it touches the mana stone, you’ll reach orgasm instantly. There’s almost no physical damage, but it destroys the mind very quickly.”
Yuriathenes twisted her body violently.
“How dare you… put such filthy things on me…!”
But two assistant trainers had already twisted her arms behind her back.
Karsen pressed down on the back of her neck with one hand and brought the syringe to her with the other.
Shunk—
“Ugh…!!”
The instant the aphrodisiac spread through her veins, a burning flame engulfed her entire body.
Her pale skin flushed crimson in the blink of an eye.
Just breathing in caused the tips of her breasts to swell and tingle unbearably.